Just then, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway, and two uniformed police officers appeared at the top of the stairs.
The one in the lead was in his forties. His surname was Fang, and he had a kind face but sharp eyes.
He glanced at the people in the hallway and asked, "Who called the police?"
Zhao Tianyu, as if clutching a life-saving straw, quickly raised his hand. His voice jumped an octave. "Me! I did! This woman hit me!"
He was clutching his face. That side of his face was still red, the handprint so clear it looked like it had been carved on.
Officer Fang looked at his face. Naturally, he wouldn't take a student's word for it, so he asked the others around them, "Where are the school's teachers? What's going on here?"
Zhao Tianyu cut in, "She rushed into the classroom and slapped me for no reason! Everyone saw it! I'm going to hold her legally responsible! I want my injuries documented! This is intentional assault!"
